The Height Of (Mt.) Misogyny
(I am a woman working at a shop that specializes in mountain climbing equipment. I happen to be very experienced when it comes to trekking, so often colleagues ask me to help people who are planning a mountain trek. My coworker is bringing a male customer over to me for trek-planning help.)
Coworker: “And here’s [my name] now. She’s our expert when it comes mountain treks!”
Male Customer: “Don’t be stupid.”
Me: “Pardon?”
Male Customer: “Girls don’t climb mountains.”
Me: *laughs* “This girl does! Where are you hoping to climb?”
Male Customer: “Well, I’m climbing the highest peak in the Atlas region.”
Me: “Oh, Jebel Toubkal? Excellent, I did that last year. What time of year are you planning to go?”
Male Customer: “I don’t believe you.”
Me: “Pardon?”
Male Customer: “Can you just bring back the man I spoke to first? I’m sure he’ll know more about it than you.”
Me: “You think my male colleague, who specializes in camping, low-level trekking and biking, will be more equipped to help you than me, a woman who climbed the exact mountain you’re planning to climb?”
Male Customer: “Yes.”
(I fetch my coworker, who is forced to continue checking with me to see if what he is selling is okay. The worst part: my staff identification picture is of me at the summit of Jebel Toubkal!)
